Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistress and The Servant ❯ The University of War ( Chapter 2 )

Ch.2: The University Of War

 

 

 

Tarin walked around outside as Arda helped Sasha get her coat on, it was a nuclear winter outside, literally. “Aren't you cold?” Arda asked as Tarin and them walked to the university.

 

“No, I like the cold, it helps…” he stopped when he realized he was about to tell her something secret.

 

“What? What does it help?” she asked as Sasha looked to the two with passiveness clearly shown.

 

“Nothing!” Tarin blushed and walked ahead of the two women.

 

“Tarin I order you to tell me right this instant!” she stamped her foot on the ground, causing a cloud of thin green snow to fly up onto the air.

 

Tarin sighed and lifted up the back of his shirt, there were cuts and whip marks that haven't completely healed yet covering his back. “Tarin what happened to you?” Sasha questioned her surrogate brother.

 

“I am whipped and cut for fun by the other slaves and your parents.” He looked to Arda, but she was in front of his back.

 

“I can heal these, if you let me…”

 

 

“No! They will heal on their own!” he threw down his shirt and hurried off. He really had no clue why his mistress was doing this, she didn't do this for her other personal slave…

 

“Fine, just don't let it affect your sparring skills.” She walked along side him with Sasha on the other side.

 

I was thinking she liked me at first…Tarin thought to himself as he walked on. He brushed his ears; snow was pilling up on them.

 

“Are we almost there?” Sasha hadn't come before; this was her first time to going to the university.

 

“Yes we are almost there. I'll buy you something to eat when we get there, it is almost lunch time.” She smiled down at Sasha who seemed so innocent and naïve, but she was actually very sneaky and had some things to tell Tarin, later.

 

They went to the café in the university where Arda was getting some small snacks for Sasha, Tarin, and herself.

 

Tarin watched as Arda moved in her training shorts and tight shirt. Shit! I can't keep control for much longer!

 

He slipped out into the hall and sat down against the wall to think, Arda had completely clogged his brain of all thought. “Hey, what are you doing sitting out here?” Arda was standing in front of him with a bag of chips that Tarin liked.

 

“N-nothing!” he said quickly.

 

“Alright…” she handed him the bag and turned around, smacking Tarin in the process with her whip-like hair.

 

“Oh!” he said as he held his nose from the few tickling strands that would make him start sneezing that hit his nose.

 

“You alright?”

 

Tarin gave a harsh sneeze as his brain stopped thinking due to Arda's scent in his nose; his instinct took over. He grabbed Arda's waist and slammed her back into the wall as his body climbed to its feet in one swift motion. “Tarin?”

 

His lips came dangerously close to hers, but he pulled back after he regained the control of his brain. The half-demon's face hovered over Arda's as his hands started to stroke Arda's hips. She shivered in delight at his touch and he pulled back to touch the other wall. He knew now, he was in love with his mistress.

 

Arda wasn't thinking clearly as she registered all of Tarin's unintended signals for the first time. Her eyes glazed over in lust as she remembered his hands on her hips, and hot breath near her lips. She walked towards Tarin with a sway to her hips that she didn't know she had. “Tarin…” she said with a husky feminine voice that his ears perked at.

 

“Yes mistress?” he was afraid she would punish him.

 

“How did I tell you to addressed me?”

 

“I can't…”

 

“Its only my name.” She was right up against him and breathing against his neck.

 

“I can't mistress. I am truly sorry…”

 

“Say my name.” She ordered seductively, playing with the low ponytail on the back of his neck.

 

“Mistress…”

 

“No, say my name.” She felt his chest through his beige shirt.

 

“A-A-Arda.” He said and she nodded as she lightly pressed her lips to his neck. “Arda…” he said again putting his arms around the small of her back.

 

“What is it?” she heard the wanting, and she wanted him to admit something in his voice.

 

“…I…I…love you.” He told her meekly, he expected her to pull away, but she stayed in his arms with a smirk on her face.

 

She left his arms and turned to face him with a stern look. “Tarin!”

 

“Yes mistress? I am sorry mistress!” he put his arms over his head as a defense.

 

“Now is not the time nor the place…” she stepped close to him again and placed a finger under his chin. “…Wait till we get home first.”

 

Tarin gulped and nearly passed out at Arda's words and tone.

 

“Let me get Sasha and we will head to class.” She said and went to get Sasha.

 

Did that just happened? Is she playing with my head and feelings or is the feeling mutual?

 

Oh god! I can't believe Tarin and I just did that! He is really cute, and I am old enough to get married…he would make a really good father and husband…and I bet a good lover too…

 

“Arda! Watch where you are going, I was nearly crushed!” Sasha yelped as Arda nearly stepped on her.

 

“Hey! I don't weigh much!” she thought Sasha was implying her weight, but she was implying their height difference. “We have to get to class, so come on!”

 

Arda grabbed Sasha's wrist and dragged her to the door to the class where Tarin was sitting in the hall across from the door. “Sasha go in and say you are my other servant; I have to talk to Tarin.”

 

“Yes Arda…” she walked in and began to talk with the tutor.

 

“Tarin?” Arda asked as she knelt down to see Tarin was in deep thought. She lightly kissed him, which caused him to jump. “That got your attention, what is wrong?”

 

After his heart stopped racing he dropped to sitting on the ground again as he looked at Arda, “I was thinking. If anyone saw you kiss me, or what we did earlier, I would be killed. I may not have the best life, but I don't want to die.”

 

Arda placed her hands on Tarin's cheeks, “No one will hurt you, I promise.”

 

Tarin chuckled, “What?” Arda asked.

 

“Those books in your bookcase, I have read some of them, that is supposed to be my line.”

 

“You can read?”

 

“Hey I survived nineteen years, my whole life, without any sexual contact. I had to keep sane somehow.”

 

“You taught yourself to read on my romance novels?” Arda began to laugh as she stood up and grabbed his wrist. “Come on, we have class.”

 

“So nice of you to join us, Arda and Tarin. Why are you late?”

 

“I am sorry, it is my fault, I was lost in though for a few moments.” Tarin said and looked down in respect.

 

The teacher was a thin, scraggly woman with thin limbs that promoted lean muscle, long legs that could out run most people, and a face of hawk, supporting a flat chest, graying brown hair, and cold eyes of a killer.

 

She rounded on Tarin and stared him down. Her hand rose to smack Tarin, but Arda coughed and glared at her with look that frightened the ice-hearted teacher.

 

“I believe you have a class to teach?” Arda asked as she grabbed Tarin's arm to get to the weapons cabinet.

 

The other students watched Arda move and Tarin's near slap.

 

Arda handed Tarin a lance, the only one in the class, for him to use. The lesson was just a reminder; most of the class needs to build up for the class to move on. Tarin and Arda were sparring with their dull weapons. Tarin tripped Arda with the back end of his lance, and placed the lance by her neck.

 

He pulled back, leaned down and offered his hand to her to pull her up. When she was just about to take Tarin's clawed hand, some guy barreling to pull Arda to her feet launched him to the side.

 

“You don't deserve to touch Arda.” He told him as Tarin groaned because he landed on a girl's steel-toed boot.

 

“Off half-breed!” she said and kicked him to the side.

 

“Ow.”

 

“Arda are you alright?” the man asked as he saw Arda was kneeling near Tarin, looking concerned.

 

“Tarin, you okay?” she asked pulling him to sit up.

 

“I'll live.” He stood up to be pushed down again, only to smash his head hard on the floor and black out.

 

He woke up to a hand stroking his hair back and in a sinfully soft bed. “Ow.”

 

“You alright?” Arda's voice came next to him.

 

“I'll live.”

 

Arda placed her lips on Tarin's in a kiss that began to grow. Tarin's eyes went wide when Arda kissed him, he just lied there with Arda leaned over to Tarin's lips. Her tongue ran across his lips in a begged entrance, which was involuntarily given through a gasp.

 

Her tongue entered his mouth to explore and probe, she began to rub his tongue with hers, trying to get Tarin to do something. Arda's head came off his lips and she whispered, “Kiss me back.” She kissed him again.

 

Tarin kissed back this time with more force than Arda could imagine. They slowly shifted their position so Arda was now underneath Tarin. “Ahem.” Sasha coughed as she saw them on the bed.

 

Arda slowly left Tarin's mouth and then turned her head to see Sasha tapping her foot. Tarin sent her a menacing glare. “I didn't think half ling slaves could have affairs with their mistress.”

 

Arda dragged Sasha into the room and looked on both sides of the navy colored hallway for anyone that could have heard them.

 

She picked up Sasha by her collar and hung her up by the back of her collar on one of the five-foot bedposts. “You do realize that you nearly got both me and Tarin killed?”

 

“I knew that it was illegal, but punishable by death? That is just gay.” Sasha said as she tried to get off the post as her feet hung a foot over the ground.

 

“How do you know what that means?” Tarin thought Sasha was relatively innocent.

 

“I heard Tom say it when he saw Kristen and Clara kissing in the kitchen. The best part of being a kid is that no one really cares you are there.”

 

“Kristen and Clara are gay?” Arda turned towards Tarin as if he knew.

 

“I didn't know, they share a room down this hall, I am on the first floor in what used to be a closet.”

 

“A closet?”

 

“Don't ask.”

 

There came a knocking on Arda's redwood door.